Perhaps I should explain how we first started. This is entirely true just as it happened. The first time can be truly memorable.
Due to our work situation, my wife and I were unable to take an official honeymoon. We were able to take a week off when we were married, but then it was back to the grind. There was never enough time for us to take two or four weeks together just by ourselves and celebrate the start of our lives together. At long last an opportunity arose.
We headed for America's version of a tropical paradise. We planned on spending a week in the main tourist town, then another week on one of the outer islands that was then a bit more secluded and laid back. Our first day there after getting off the plane was striking, if only because of the humidity and bright sunshine. My wife had never been here before, and was amazed at everything she saw. I rented a convertible, and I remember looking over at her as we drove from the airport to the hotel. She was like a little girl in a candy factory, and I loved her even more at that point.
The next few days were what honeymoons were all about. Waking up in the morning and making love, having breakfast in the open-air restaurant of the hotel with the surf in the background, days at the beach, evenings of dinner and dancing, and nights of wild, passionate, headboard banging sex. How could anyone blame me? After all, I had married the prize of our company. She was 5' 8" tall, 130 pounds, a jaw dropping 36D-26-36 figure, dark brown hair down to her shoulders, and blue-green eyes set in a face that breathed seduction. Coupled with her penchant for short, tight skirts and high heels, she was a walking wet dream. Walking arm in arm down streets in any town, she was guaranteed to turn the heads of certainly men and often women.
My reaction towards other men's displays upon seeing her was more of a surprise to me. I was extremely jealous when other men would make gestures and try to move in on previous girlfriends. Jealousy would well up within me and want to explode through me, although I had long since learned to temper my anger than through physical reaction. What surprised me now was that I was extremely proud this beauty had chosen me to be her husband, and to see men turn their heads to watch her walk past made me love her all that much more. I felt extremely lucky and blessed to be by her side, to make her laugh, and to have her snuggle into me after passionate love making with the lights off and shades open in our hotel room.
After a few days we managed to adjust to the warmth, the humidity, and the time zone. We were feeling comfortable both in our surroundings and with each other. This was the first real time we had together since being married, and we loved every minute. Still, now that we were adjusting and all our cares had evaporated, I wanted to try a little something different than eating dinner and dancing.
"What do you think about going on one of those sunset cocktail sails off the beach?" I asked. I mentioned that it wasn't that expensive considering the drinks were included in the price.
"Sure, sounds good to me. What should I wear to something like that?" she replied.
"Well, from the pictures in the brochure, it looks pretty informal. Probably just a top with either a pair of shorts or a light skirt and sandals will do the trick. I'm going to wear a t-shirt, my shorts, and my sandals," I said.
"OK with me. When do we have to be there?" she asked from the area of the bathroom sink, towels holding up her hair and barely covering her body.
"This says the bus will be at the front door of the hotel in about an hour and a half. Let me call and make reservations for tonight," I said.
Reservations were no problem, and in an hour we were certainly ready. The bus was waiting and we climbed in. We stopped in front of three more hotels until the bus was just about full. I mentioned to my wife that with only this many people, it should be a lot of fun. The bus droned on to the harbor area of town, the driver talking about the city, the customs, the traditions of the islands, and much more. We managed to screen it out and focus on each other. She looked radiant sitting next to me. Her face was framed by a slowly descending sun that filtered through her hair, making the light appear to shine from her. I could feel myself falling in love with her over and over again. Tonight promised to be wonderful.
When we arrived, we were in for a bit of a shock. We were the last bus of tourists to arrive. The boat was nearly full. The only space in the catamaran was on one of the bow pontoons. The boat was filled with Australian schoolgirls on holiday. Although I certainly wasn't complaining about being on the ocean with a boatload of female high school graduates, there was absolutely no room to dance or otherwise move about except a narrow pathway to the washroom. We moved to the available seats. I sat next to a rather dour elderly lady while my wife sat next to a couple who appeared to be our age. I found out from my neighbor that she was one of the chaperones for the graduating schoolgirls. She was strict in her duties and kept her eyes and ears faithfully tuned to her charges.
We found out that the couple seated next to my wife were on their last evening in the islands. The wife was quite attractive. I guessed she was about my wife's height, and slightly smaller, say a 36C and 120 pounds, and with dark blonde hair that went just past her shoulders. The husband was close to my size, perhaps just a shade smaller than my 6' 1" and 220 pounds. Whereas I had a full yet trimmed beard and moustache, he was clean-shaven with dark blonde hair. Tomorrow morning they had to return to Europe and their routines. Since this was their last evening in this paradise, they wanted to do something special. Although they spoke English, the wife only knew a few words and phrases. I knew the equivalent amount of German, and my wife knew none. They introduced themselves at Peter and Gertrude. They lived in the southern part of the country in the Tyrolean Alps. We began talking about my two trips to the area, and after sharing several pitchers of some type of rum drink, we were laughing together like old friends.
The boat turned around and headed back to the docks as the sun set. We were certainly in better spirits disembarking than when we first saw the sailboat filled with people. We continued chatting as best we could as we climbed back on the bus and headed back to town. They sat in the middle of the bus with Gertrude next to the window and Peter on the aisle. We sat directly in back of them with my wife next to the window and me directly in back of Peter. By now it was dark outside, and mercifully the driver kept the lights and his microphone off inside the bus for the drive back.
Traffic was now an abomination. Apparently we weren't the only ones planning on driving into the resort area for an evening of fun. It appeared as if half the people on the island had the same idea at the same time. The bus was crawling towards the hotels.
I looked over at my wife and smiled. She had her head back on the headrest, and her eyes were almost closed. Her perfect mouth was slightly open. The contrast of her now tanned shoulders with the white tank top were noticeable and quite a turn on for me. I moved my hand over and put it on her bare thigh next to me. At that moment, she opened her eyes slightly and turned her head towards me.
"Quiet! Look," she whispered as her head turned back to the front and then down slightly. I followed her gaze and saw that our newfound friend was certainly testing the waters. He had begun our trip back with his arm along the seat back so that his hand was over his wife's shoulder near the window. At some point, he had let his hand slide from his wife's shoulder down to my wife's knee next to the side of the bus just below the window.
I was shocked!
"This is my wife you're fooling with, buddy!" was my initial reaction. However, instead of trying to twist his head off, I looked up at my wife to gauge her reaction. Her head was once again back against the headrest, eyes almost shut, and mouth slightly open, breathing heavily. She was enjoying his ministrations. I looked down again and I could see him slowly running his hand up her thigh and back down to her knee.
What was even more surprising was my reaction. My cock had begun to tent my shorts. I was really getting excited seeing this guy feel up my wife! Now I was really shocked. I didn't know how to proceed, but from the look on my wife's face, I didn't want to stop her pleasure. I saw that same look every time I got between her legs and began kissing and licking her delicious pussy. I would look up at her at intervals and took pleasure in seeing her pleasure. I loved her!
I decided to do something bold, something I would never imagine myself doing just a few years earlier. I reached over and grabbed on to his hand. My wife's eyes flew open. I looked ahead and could see Peter in the seat in front of me straighten in his seat. Instinctively he tried to pull his hand away, but I held it fast against my wife's smooth tanned thigh.
"Slide down in your seat just a little bit," I whispered to my wife. She moved down a few inches so that the bottom of her baggy shorts was at the end of the seat. Still holding his hand in a vice grip, I began moving it up my wife's thigh. Peter realized what was happening when he felt the bottom of her shorts. Instinctively his fingers crept inside the shorts and continued their stealthy movement upwards.
"How's that feel?" I whispered in my wife's ear. She could only nod her head slightly in agreement, her eyes still closed. Leaning more towards her to shield us from the rest of the passengers, I reached up with my hand and began lightly brushing her breast and nipple closest to me through her top. She made a slight moaning sound. She was certainly enjoying this.
I felt her hand move over my bare leg and up to my crotch. She began lightly tracing the outline of my hard cock near the zipper of my shorts. I began playing seriously with her nipple, twisting, tweaking, and lightly pulling. As a result, they were poking against her tank top. Her bra was a thin lacy thing, and the pressure of her nipples against the fabric made the outline show clearly.
I moved my hand down to my wife's lap and used a slight pressure to move her thighs a bit further apart. She obliged as much as possible. This allowed Peter in front to move his hand further along her thigh up her shorts. I slowly lowered my hand from her breast to her crotch. She felt warm through her shorts. I knew she was wearing panties, but they matched her bra so they were mere outlines in lace. Soon, I met Peter's fingertips with mine at the edge of her pussy. My wife slid down in her seat a little further. I could feel Peter's fingers begin rubbing up and down her slit. I tried to concentrate my actions at the top of her slit while Peter concentrated on entering her wet pussy. A little moan and shake from my wife let me know he had succeeded.
After several more minutes of snaking through the traffic, my wife leaned her head down on my shoulder. Her fingers closed around the outline of my cock inside my shorts, and I felt her shudder. She was having an orgasm by another man! It was unnerving to realize what was happening, but stranger still to realize that I was playing a major role in all this. I could feel the pre cum start to seep from my cock and soak my briefs inside my shorts. My wife shuddered again with another orgasm. I looked down and could see Peter's fingers moving inside my wife's shorts at her pussy. I then realized that if we kept this up, I would soon be shooting my cum inside my shorts, and the resulting stain would be nearly impossible to conceal inside the hotel lobby.
